| Sit there and count your fingers
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| What can you do
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| Old girl you’re through
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| Sit there, count your little fingers
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| Unhappy little girl blue
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| Sit there and count the raindrops
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| Falling on you
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| It’s time you knew
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| All you can ever count on
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| Are the raindrops
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| That fall on little girl blue
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| When sunny gets blue
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| Her eyes get gray and cloudy
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| Then the rain begins to fall
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| Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
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| Love is gone, what does it matter
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| No sweet lover man comes to call
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| When sunny gts blue
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| She breaths a sigh of sadnss
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| Like the wind that stirs the trees
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| Wind that sets the leaves to swaying
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| Like some violin is playing weird and haunting melodies
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| People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile
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| That’s how she got her name
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| Since that sad affair, she’s lost her smile
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| Changed her style
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| Somehow she’s not the same
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| But memories will fade
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| And pretty dreams will rise up
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| Where her other dreams fell through
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| Hurry new love, hurry here
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| To kiss away each lonely tear
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| And hold her near when sunny gets blue
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| People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile
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| That’s how she got her name
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| Since that sad affair, she has lost her smile
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| Changed her style
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| Somehow she’s not the same
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| Memories will fade
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| And pretty dreams will rise up
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| Where her other dreams fell through
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| Hurry new love, hurry here
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| To kiss away each lonely tear and hold her
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| Near cos sunny gets blue
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| Hurry new love, hurry here
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| To kiss away each lonely tear
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| And hold her near cos sunny is little girl blue |